Let's Go On A Midnight Swim

That was it, eleven years of abuse by her husband, three broken noses, one requiring surgery, numerous fractured ribs, contusions, abrasions, and black eyes all came to the surface. Her health was a mess; she was on two different drugs for her nerves, sleeping pills and a medication for irritable bowels. Her stomach always seemed to be churning.

Elaine had met Edward Dale thirteen years before, he was a Sgt in the Army at the Pentagon, and she was an archival clerk at Langley. He was from the panhandle in West Virginia, and she from north of Pittsburgh. Like most people that meet in Washington, D.C. they met at a party. They were both young and full of hormones, it did not take long for them to hop in the sack, and decide they liked that. They married shortly thereafter. Ten months later a little boy was delivered. They compromised on location when Edward Dale got his discharge, they settled in Southwestern Pennsylvanian, not far from West Virginia and Ohio.

After this move was when the beatings began. They usually occurred after Edward Dale had been drinking. He found it hard to find a job, where he could make decent pay, and stay clean. He took out his frustrations on Elaine by beating her. Once sober he would apologize profusely saying it would never happen again. Calls to the police on particular violent encounters, resulted in the police taking him outside for a talk, but never progressed to the stage of incarceration, as Elaine would always refuse to press charges.

She worked at home on the computer, which made it even worse, since she had no co- workers to share her problems with.

There are two schools of thought on spousal abuse; one that it is genetic (breeding), and the other is that it is environmental. It is probably a combination of the two. The children of a wife or husband abusers (Yes, men get beat up too) are probably going to abuse their spouses also. As with most victims, Elaine tended to blame herself. Maybe if she kept the house a little cleaner, or cooked a little better, he would not hit her. She did not tell her parents. Her mother and father were more like teenagers, she was afraid of what her father might do if she ever told. So, for 11 years she made excuses, rationalized, and hurt, her son’s actions were more than she could bare.

We will never know whether Elaine had a small stroke, or if her son’s actions triggered a kind of mental illness but they were the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. She went into his room, where he had been sent after his outburst, to find him sitting on his bed. She sat down next to him and wrapped her right arm around his shoulders.

With the left hand she began to massage his thigh. “Its okay, Eddie Jr. everything will be all right now.” She said.

‘My god, this little bastard that I whelped has a hard-on, that’s his problem, he is beginning to think he is a man, and his example is his father, so he thinks he can hit me.’ She thought.

“Your becoming a little man just like your father Eddie Jr. Tell you what, I”ll do for you, what your father likes when he gets mad, take you trousers and shorts off and let me see you.” Sure enough a little boner came into view. “Eddie Jr. that’s what the problem is right there, you’re all swelled up, I’ll take the swelling down for you.” She put her head into his lap, and began to suck him, for an eleven year old it does not take long.

“Oh mom, please move, I gotta pee.” He yelled. She did not move just reached up with a hand and touched his mouth. Eddie Jr. had his first ejaculation into his mother’s mouth.

And so it went for the next ten days every afternoon, Eddie Jr. would come home and his mother would take care of his swelling. In the balance of the time she made a shopping list: Window paint scraper with single edged razor blades, Refrigerator hand truck with tie down strap, Sail repair needle and heavy duty thread, Rubber sheet, Three 2x4’s, Tie down straps, Electrolytic grease, Two small brass rods, Goofy Glue, Hypodermic needle and Surplus field telephone generator. The hardest thing to get was anesthesia, but she managed to get something on line that would do the trick. In the mean time she re-read a piece she had picked up a Langley, it was titled: Synopsis of Interrogation Techniques Employed by Field Personnel during the Vietnam Era.

Then she waited, Edward Dale’s cycle was about every two weeks, usually payday saw him roaring drunk and looking for an excuse to work out his frustrations on Elaine.

About nine fifteen on Friday evening Edward Dale pulled his pickup into the driveway on their street. It was a four-wheel drive with a wench on the front. He was drunker than usually, which Elaine considered a good sign, and went almost immediately to bed with no attempt to hit her.

Elaine went to work, once she was sure the booze had Edward Dale in dreamland, she removed the covers from the bed, and wrapped the sheet around his upper body and sewed him in, when she was done his upper body from groin to neck was wrapped like a mummy. She then went to the kitchen filled a bucket with cold water added ice cubes, returned to the bedroom and emptied the bucket on Edward Dale. He woke up.

“What the fuck.”

“It’s time for the party to start Edward Dale.”

“What party, why am I soaked, what the fuck, I can’t move.”

“Your going away party dear.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh that is where you are wrong Edward Dale you are going away. Now spread your legs.”

“What for?”

“Edward Dale, when I tell you to do something I expect you to do what you are told, now spread your legs.”

“No.”

Elaine had replaced the leads on the two wires, coming out of the field telephone generator with the brass rods. Holding the brass rods by the insulation with one hand, she pressed them against Edward Dale’s exposed flesh and with the other hand gave the generator a turn.

“Holy shit Elaine, that hurts.”

“Spread your legs.”

He spread his legs. Using one of the 2x4’s she had purchased she tied his spread legs apart, creating a very crude but effective leg spreader. Then using her window paint scraper razor she cut Edward Dale’s clothes off. “Now lift up, I am going to put this rubber sheet underneath your bottom, you will likely have an accident or two during our party.” This time he did as told, and Elaine place the sheet underneath him.

“You remember Langley don’t you? Well I read this paper on what the field agents did to the Viet Cong, and NVA regulars to obtain information during the Vietnam War. It described in detail what they did, and the results. The results were totally unreliable information, if you torture anyone enough they will tell you what ever they can to get you to stop torturing them. So, they have given up on torture, and now depend on guile. I on the other hand found the methodology extremely interesting, let me demonstrate for you.”

Elaine greased the two brass rods with the electrolytic grease. Then she inserted one in Edward Dale’s anus, and the other into his penis.

“Are you ready to party Edward Dale?”

“Your crazy, when I get out of hear I am gonna beat the shit out of you for good.”

“Oh Edward Dale, that is so sweet, and makes this so much easier.” Elaine started to crank the telephone generator, Edward Dale began to convulse and scream. She kept the hand cranks turning for 30 seconds. To the turnee it seemed like 30 years.

“How did you like that Edward Dale. Think about it for a moment before you answer I am going to get Eddie Jr. so he can party too.”

Edward Dale was trying to get his voice back. Elaine was gone about ten minutes, and when she returned she had Eddie Jr., apparently asleep strapped naked to the refrigerator hand truck. Elaine wheeled the cart into the bedroom where it could be easily seen by Edward Dale on the bed.

“Now watch Edward Dale, what your son can do now.” Elaine got down on her knees and began to suck her son’s penis, which immediately became erect, even if he was still asleep.

“Oh Elaine, your sick, what the fuck are you doing, stop that, your nuts.”

Elaine continued until little Eddie Jr. completed his wet dream and shot into her mouth, she stood up and spat the contents into Edward Dale’s face. “Your little son, hit me just like you do, he called me names just like you do. I understand that a wife beater learns it from his father, just as you learned it from your father. It stops here and now, Eddie Jr. is to far down the road to save, so I am going to alter him a little, so he will never hurt a woman.”

“Elaine, honey, please let me up, I promise, nothing will ever happen again.”

“Too late, mother fucker, your ass is mine now. Watch closely because when I am through with Eddie Jr. I am going to do you.” Elaine injected her son’s scrotum with anesthesia, that coupled with the sleeping pill she had given him would put him out for about two days. She waited a couple of minutes, made a couple of faints towards the generator, which made Edward Dale jump. Then took out her window scraper and cut the left side of Eddie Jr.’s scrotum and popped the gonad out. He moved a little, but did not awaken. She severed the cord with the window scraper, then picked up the Goofy Glue and glued the scrotum shut by overlapping the skin. “See Edward Dale, he may never have children, but he is never going to beat a woman, now let me complete this and get little Eddie Jr. back to bed.”

Oh, please Elaine for the love of god he’s your son, you can’t to that to him.”

“Fuck you Edward Dale, he’s just like you, you trained him well, and pray for yourself your going to need all the help you can get.” She completed the castration of her son, gluing the other side shut, and wheeled him back to his bed.

“There Edward Dale, there are your son’s nuts” she laid the two small gonads on the wet sheet in front of Edward Dale so he could see them. “In a couple of minutes your nuts are going to be right there with his, sort of the ‘family jewel collection’. Oh, and one more thing, when your brother shows up for your funeral, I am going to castrate him and those two son’s of his. This ends here.”

“Funeral?”

“Yes it is very sad, but tomorrow evening you are going to commit suicide. A terrible tragedy.”

“I’m not committing suicide.”

“That’s what you think. Now let’s have some fun shall we, let see how much you can take.”

“Please Elaine stop this.”

“Edward Dale, I am just catching up with you for eleven years of beatings, of living in hell, maybe I have gone a little crazy here, but there is a clear picture of what needs to be done. In less than twenty-four hours your going to be standing in front of St Peter, justifying your life, but your going to be standing there without your cock and your balls. And before I am through with you death will seem oh so pleasant.”

“Elaine!”

“Shush, I think I better gag you, you’re distracting me.” Elaine stuffed a dirty sweat sock she found on the floor into his mouth. Then she went to work, she sat on the 2x4 leg spreader so her subject could not move, she made incisions on both sides of his scrotum, which caused him to really chew on that sweat sock. She looked inside the scrotum and followed the opening for the cords, she inserted the brass rods into each opening.

“Time to play out game again Edward Dale.” Elaine worked out on the generator. Edward Dale for his part jumped and thrashed but got nowhere. “I’ll bet that really hurts doesn’t it. Well how about this.” Elaine yanked on a gonad pulling it free and cut the cord, then repeated the process on the other side. “There you go Edward Dale, I’ve castrated you, oh you naughty boy, thrashing around like that you spilled Eddie Jr..’s balls on the floor. Here now this is the complete set.” She placed all four gonads on Edward Dale’s chest. “Now don’t you worry, I’ll get to that cock of yours in just a few minutes, I am saving that for you as a special treat, that will be the last thing you feel before darkness settles in on you.”

For the next eighteen hours until way late Saturday night, Elaine shot the juice to Edward Dale. She alternated the location of the brass rods, from the scrotum, to one in the anus to the penis. Just in case he was getting used to the current surging through his body. He passed out she would revive him, and then run some more current through him.

“Well Edward Dale, I think we are almost even. Time for you to go for a midnight swim.” She attached Edward Dale to the refrigerator cart while he was still in bed. The cart had a wide belt with a crank used to apply tension to the belt. She added two more tie downs to make sure he would not slip off. Then she removed the leg spreader. Out of the house she rolled him, and on to the bed of his pick-up. She laid the cart flat, so the contents of the bed could not be seen. Then she drove to a little used bridge across the Ohio River about 30 miles away. By this time it was 2 A.M. Sunday, no traffic. The bridge was about 125’ above the river. She stopped in the middle of the bridge and left the motor running. She unhooked the cable from the front wench and pulled out all the cable. Walking to the side rail of the bridge the cable was looped over a cross piece, then attached to the top of the hand-cart. Walking back to the front of the truck she engaged the motor on the wench, and Edward Dale was rudely dragged, cart and all from the truck bed and suspended over the water.

“Edward Dale my dear husband this is it, this is where you get off, permanently. I’ll bet you thought I forgot about your cock. Guess again.” She reached out to the man slowly spinning over the river far below, and grabbed him by his cock. “I’ll bet this hurts.”

Edward Dale had about had it, by this point, but when Elaine began to saw his cock off with an old steak knife, he found enough energy to spit out the sweat sock and scream. It was not a good steak knife, so it took a lot of hacking to get his cock off, when it was remove Elaine tossed it into the darkness.

“There it goes Edward Dale, maybe you can catch it, if you swim fast enough.” She removed the top and bottom ties, and carefully cut the sheet off, he was suspended in the air by the hand-cards wide belt.

“Elaine they will never believe I committed suicide.”

“He speaks. The fish will make a meal of you, it will take two or three days for your body to come up, you missing balls and cock won’t be noticed. But just in case.”

She stabbed him in the abdomen with the dull steak knife. “That so you gut won’t get full of gas and you will stay down longer, if the fall doesn’t kill you the stab wound will. Good by mother fucker.”

Elaine hit the ratchet release on the belt, Edward Dale screamed all the way down.

Elaine carefully laid out Edward Dale’s work clothes, socks, shoes, and wallet all in a neat pile on the bridge for someone else to find and wonder about. She would be so upset when the police called. But there was still plenty left to do to end it, her brother in law and his two son’s their castration would be the hit of the funeral, she’d even let her sister in law help. She would have a complete set of ten gonads, the family jewel collection, and that would put an end to it. By this time her sister in law was probably as bug fuck as she.